Old ones fear death,
I know it well,
But seeing that fear—oh, it's a hell.
Two-thirds of life, I've left behind,
The last phase whispers, cruel yet kind.
This body frail, this
soul confined,
One day, I'll leave this shell behind.
But before I go, my heart does ache,
For those whose hands once held my fate.
I see my parent, lone
and still,
They lost their love—now time’s cruel will.
They wait, they know, the end is near,
Yet silent bear the weight of fear.
A child I am, yet
helpless too,
To see them fade, what can I do?
We dread the day, we beg for more,
But Nature knocks on every door.
Those who come must
one day part,
A truth that shatters every heart.
Yet, if souls could choose to stay,
I’d wish them near, just one more day.
Kaash amar ho jaate
vo,
Aatma ban saath nibhate vo.
But such is life, and such is fate,
Only God remains—forever great.
